Wind and Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

Chapter 104 104. After all, I still said that sentence
"how do you want to do it?"

Scott asked Milton.

"I mean, the reason you ran away from home was to find your mother?"

Milton shook his head.

"No, she finally mustered up the courage to escape the life she still can't adapt to after 15 years. I should support her."

He suddenly smiled against the wind.

"You know, I didn't really understand her situation these years until I saw the letter she left me..."

"She never expressed any opinion on my education. It's not that she has no opinion, but her grandfather told her to shut up about it."

"It turns out she was also a cellist before she got married, and had even been admitted to the London Philharmonic Orchestra."

"When I showed my love for music since childhood, she couldn't give me even a word of encouragement."

"My dad had difficulty getting promoted in the Ministry of Magic, but they didn't think it was a problem with dad's ability. They thought it was his mother's existence that hindered him, because his boss hated Muggles..."

"After a long time, even my father believed it..."

"Some time ago, he started dating a pure-blood widow..."

"Mom finally couldn't bear this kind of life... She suddenly realized that she had lost herself in this love and marriage..."

"...She said in her letter that she would leave England, maybe go to Italy, go to France, or maybe Austria... She decided to find herself and her dream."

Milton stood up suddenly.

The wind ruffled his hair, and he squinted his eyes.

"Scott!"

He turned to look at Scott.

"I gave up music!"

he said aloud.

"In order for her to live better in such a family, I gave up music!"

The tears in his eyes were blown away by the wind as they rolled down.

"I think, if I can become a wizard with better magic, her situation will be better..."

His expression looked very dissatisfied.

"But she ran away first! She said to me in the letter...she hopes that I can do what I like, live for myself, not change myself because of anyone, and never give up my dream!"

Scott sat there motionless, watching him quietly.

"She's right!" he said softly.

"You know, Scott." He raised his voice, "I understand...I know that she made the right decision, and what she said to me was absolutely correct...But, I still can't help being angry, I Really not reconciled!"

He suddenly squatted on the ground and cried loudly.

Although Milton used to like to shed tears at every turn, most of them belonged to sad spring and autumn.

Scott never seemed to see him gaffe like this.

"...I'm really not reconciled..."

He cried and said repeatedly.

"what is this……"

Scott still didn't speak.

He understood that Milton didn't want to hear any comfort and persuasion, he just wanted to vent, and he only needed a quiet audience.

Milton cried for a long time.

Scott didn't stop crying until he felt that his whole body was going to freeze.

"Sorry, Scott."

he said hoarsely.

"I don't know who to tell this to but you. Even Roger and Eddie won't understand how determined I was to give up music..."

"I know."

Scott looked at the handkerchief in his hand that was covered with snot and tears, took out his own handkerchief and handed it to him.

"Wipe again, or the tears will freeze on your face."

"Thank you."

Milton took the handkerchief and began to wipe his face.

"So what are you going to choose?" Scott asked him, "Your music...can you get it back?"

"I do not know."

Milton shook his head.

"But I will try my best." He said seriously.

Scott said: "If it were me... maybe magic would be more important to me."

"You're already a genius, Scott." Milton looked at him disapprovingly, "Even if you exchange your talent for painting, it won't make much progress in your magic."

Scott nodded, "Of course, I'm not going to exchange. I mean... If I were you, if my magic is not outstanding, I should be willing to exchange."

"I'm not like you, Scott."

Milton straightened his messy hair.

"For me, magic is just enough"

He covered his chest.

"Although I no longer have the talent for music, that love still remains in my heart."

"However, the vows that have been fulfilled are difficult to reverse." Scott is not optimistic about his ability to regain his musical talent.

"I can pay the price."

Milton said.

"Grandfather and father are very satisfied with the magic of my growth, but my mother has left. As she said, I don't have to change myself for other people's expectations."

"..."

Scott finally said that sentence——

"If you need help, just say it."

It's been a long time since Milton and Roger heard strange music.

But I still can't escape this trouble after all!

Scott thought a little sadly.

"No need," said Milton, "that oath is too strange, and I don't want to involve you in it."

Scott just nodded.

But in fact, he already has the consciousness that he will participate in this matter one day.

After that, the two left the beach.

Scott took Milton to visit a small art gallery in the small town of Hastings, which made Milton feel much better.

He left before dinner came.

Scott didn't hold back either.

After all, this kid ran away from home, so he must go back as soon as possible to give an explanation.

After putting Milton on the train, Scott met David as he was leaving the station.

"Hey Scott, was that your girl just now?"

The idle David, just like Michael when he was young, is a little gangster wandering around.

"It was a boy, David."

Scott said angrily.

David looked at him in surprise, "I didn't expect you to..."

"I should have pushed you off the cliff and into the sea, David!"

Scott ignored him and left.

After returning home, he had to briefly explain the situation Milton was facing to Michael and Emilia.

After that, he finally sat down at the desk in the room again, and reopened the notebook that Professor Flitwick had given him.

The gifts from several professors were great, and the acquisition of knowledge made Scott feel better again.

On the new day, Scott sent Shea early to buy back that day's "Daily Prophet".

"Where to go? 28 The Travers family, one of the saints, has completely declined? "

To his surprise, the front-page news of the day was quite normal, and the writer was not Rita Skeeter.

But when he turned to the second page of the newspaper, he couldn't help but blush again.

"Farewell, the boy Travers crushes has another love?" "

The photo accompanying the picture is exactly the scene when he sent Milton to the train.

"..."

Scott kind of wanted to swear.

He was careless!

Didn't even sense Rita Skeeter's existence!
It should be said... as expected of her?

That woman who wrote so many offending reports has not been killed, which shows that she still has two brushes.

……

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